The border is thousands of miles away, the wind, sand and snow return together. At the end of the post road is the sky of the Central Plains and the land of the Western Frontier.
Xie Tangyi didn't want to see that person again——
Three years ago, he was her savior and a debt she had to bear.
She thought that the two of them would never meet again, separated by thousands of miles of mountains.
Until the day when the border was closed due to heavy snow, she saw those familiar eyes under the lights of the inn——
Deep amber, like a long-sleeping beast in the desert, quiet, but impossible to ignore.
A Qiyan is the youngest commander of the Western Frontier. He has the blood of the Central Plains and the grasslands. He has the cold front of the iron cavalry and the calmness of the nobles.
He looked at her calmly and said in a low voice: "Xie Tangyi, it's time to pay back what you owe me."
Wind and sand enter the eyes, snow falls on the blade, old debts and feelings in this borderland must be settled eventually.
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